Lingling felt herself wake before she actually opened her eyes.
"Please don't be a dream, please don't be a dream, please don't be a dream, best dream ever, but please don't be a dream..." she mumbled to herself
Lingling heard a soft whine from behind her.
"Teerak... shhhh..." Orm said in such a baby voice, Lingling felt her heart melt.
Lingling opened her eyes a bit, Orm was behind her, spooning her, Lingling allowed herself a moment to study exactly how they were positioned.
Orm's face was right behind her neck, she knew that because she could feel her soft breath and now it made Lingling shiver
Orm's arm was around her, her hand holding a breast.
Orm's breasts were pressing against Lingling's back. 'Hot damn!' she thought, focusing on the feeling, imprinting it to memory. Her knees were tucked behind Lingling's knees, the blanket covering them only half way.
"You're awake" Lingling said, turning her head a bit
"Go to sleep Lingling ..." Orm said softly
"What time is it?"
"Time to go to sleep" Orm pinched the nipple in her hand.
Lingling flinched but then chuckled.
Orm sighed heavily, and then peppered soft kisses at the nape of Lingling's neck.
Lingling closed her eyes enjoying the morning, enjoying the proximity, enjoying her 'girlfriend' making love to her. Her girlfriend. She needed to tell Win. Winwould probably pop open a bottle of champagne or something.
Lingling felt Orm trace her finger along her tattoo- the smear of colors that represented the bisexual flag just under the nape of her neck, and then along the tattoo that covered her spine.
"It's so beautiful"
The tattoo along Lingling's spine was inspired by a mythological female warrior who led 13 clans into battle. She was a young child when she was thrown into war, but she grew up to be the most revered warrior the land had ever known. The tattoo had a circle at the top, with a few lines that went through it, and then a sort of circuitry that followed down, along the spine, and then more spheres of different sizes towards the lower half.
"It stands for fearlessness, strength, and knowing that life is about more than just surviving" Lingling said
Lingling felt Orm's lips kiss at the top of the tattoo, so softly, reverently.
"I'm so jealous of the artists who inked you" Orm said
Lingling chuckled. "All of them friends- who wouldn't look at me like that"
"Still." Orm said, softly biting on Lingling's shoulder.
Orm's finger had reached her lower back, just where the last tattoo resided.
"Lingling Kwong, you have a tramp stamp?" Orm said with amusement
"Hey! Don't call it that!" Lingling protested,
"You like butterflies a lot..." Orm stated, her hand now moving lower from the grunge design involving a huge butterfly, and moving on to grab Lingling's ass
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Angustifolium
FanfictionThere it was. That sound. Orm recognize that sound because it was a weekly event. Every Saturday, the same time, the same sound, the same person. Orm hated the predictability. It was honestly getting to be a bit of a bore. The sound of the motorcycl...
